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Goddess
Ilie here under these million thread count sheets, my thighs deliciously sore. I can’t believe I threw myself at Huxley last night, but I needed to feel him again. With everything hanging in the balance, I just wanted to feel close to him. Superficial? Yes. Worth it? Also yes. Somewhere along the way, I’ve developed feelings for that man. We would likely crash and burn if he knew how I felt, but I’ll take the pieces he can share. He said my pussy was his, but what about the rest of me? I embrace this for what it is— sating our desire and passing the time. For now, my heart can take a back seat along with the fucking fear of how all of this is going to play out for my family and me. I just want to pretend that all the fucked-up shit doesn’t exist, and Huxley helps me do that.
The sun filters through the shutters now that they have been unlocked and tilted slightly upward. The clock next to the bed reads a few minutes before eight. Between the ache between my legs and this plush bedding, I don’t want to get up. Huxley lets himself in as though he has been summoned, and I know any thoughts of going back to sleep are futile.
“You miss my cock, baby?” He winks as he pulls the covers back.
I squeeze my legs together to stave off the renewed ache that rolls through my sex. Huxley crawls up from the bottom of the bed and pries my legs apart. “Nuh-uh, open your legs for me. I want to see how wet you are this morning.”
“It’s too early to be this crass,” I say. “And I’m not wet … I’m sore.” I secretly love how filthy his mouth is. It turns me on every time.
“It’s never too early. And don’t worry, I can help with your soreness.” He nibbles at my inner thigh, and I let my head fall back on the bed. He grips my hips in his arms and uses his hold to keep me still as he swipes his skilled tongue across my clit. I nearly buck off the bed. His licks are slow, controlled, and torturous. He makes little swirls with his tongue that should be illegal. “Fuck, you have such a gorgeous pussy. I woke up with a hard-on thinking about this sweetness.” He sucks on my clit with such fervor. He inserts one finger and then two, massaging me. I moan and thrash about. It’s too much. He tightens his grip to hold me still and continues his assault. He tongues me deep, and it has me grabbing his hair as I buck my hips. I think I’m going to pass out when the first wave of ecstasy rolls through me. My legs tremble around his head, but he doesn’t stop. He begins nibbling at my clit, alternating with a lethal swirl of his magnificent tongue. I pull on his hair as I ride out my second orgasm. And he’s still licking me.
“Huxley, please.” My legs clamp around his head as he brings me once again to the brink of another orgasm. Damn, I didn’t know I could come so many times just from a man’s tongue.
“There it is. That is what I was waiting to hear. I want you begging. I want your hungry little pussy good and wet because once I sink my cock into you, I don’t want you to feel any soreness.” His filthy words send me right over the edge. He rids himself of his boxer briefs and grabs the condom that he had thrown on the bed. I watch as he rolls it over his thickness. God, he is so blessed. He stands, bringing me with him as he picks me up. “I love these gorgeous fucking legs wrapped around my waist and your pussy wrapped around my cock. Last night just made me hungry for more.”
His hands grasp my outer thighs as he lifts me slightly. He lowers me slowly onto the length of his cock, and I begin to stretch to take every delicious inch. It feels so good that I’m already anticipating the ride. Once I’m fully seated, he gives me a moment to adjust to his fullness and to make sure I’m okay with him continuing. I attempt to lift my hips to start us off, but he kisses me instead. His lips caress mine as he explores my mouth. I can taste myself on his tongue. His hands tangle in my hair as he deepens the kiss. I am free falling. He grinds himself against me, and I whimper with need.
“What’s wrong, Goddess?” He reaches farther down and massages my ass. I can’t tear my eyes away from his. “Are you ready for this,” he says while angling his hips upward.
“Damn you, Huxley. Just fuck me already!” He chuckles at my frustration.
“Whatever you want, my little captive.” He pulls out and inches back in me slowly, and I can feel myself stretching even more to accommodate his girth. The feeling is heavenly. He begins sucking on my neck, and the combined feeling is almost more than I can handle. “Your pussy missed me since last night. It’s gripping my cock so hard.” He slides into the hilt again and stills to let me reacclimatize to his size.
The wiggle of my hips is the only sign he needs to spur him along. He bounces me on his cock—the first few strokes are slow, and I meet him stroke for stroke. I know the instant his control snaps because he starts pounding me harder. His hips piston with each increasing stroke. I hold on for the ride as he impales me. His balls slap against me as he finds a way to go deeper. “Damn, I can’t get enough of this pussy,” he swears. His arms work double time as he uses his strength to bounce me on his impressive erection. My walls clamp down on him as I come hard and milk his release. He growls in pleasure. We both bask in how amazing that just was. Our pants are in sync. He peels off the used condom before he lowers me to the bed and begins sucking on my breasts.
“These are amazing too,” he says as he nips at one of my nipples.
“So you only missed my body,” I tease. “Even though you just had it last night.”
“I miss everything about you.” Nice save. I can feel him getting hard again. Oh, my. He flips us over, and now I’m on top. I briefly worry about my ability to ride. He has fucked me to near exhaustion, but my doubt is replaced by his grip on my hips and him bouncing me on his dick. Once again, he’s got this. He sets the pace and watches as my tits bounce in time with his rhythm. It’s not long before I find my own rhythm as I grind down on him between strokes. Shit. I’m not going to last. I throw my head back and scream his name as the stars dance behind my eyes.
“Fuck, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says as he finds his own release. He turns me on my side, and I think we’re about to cuddle. Wrong. He peels off the second used condom that I didn't even realize he had time to don and then wraps his leg on top of mine. He begins to fondle my now tender breasts. “I love watching you come. That shit is so fucking hot. I’m going to enjoy watching this look on your face as often as I can. We have a lot of making up to do.”
I know we have so much more to talk about, but who am I kidding? This man has just given me five orgasms with the promise of more to come. I’m not going anywhere. I smile at my inner dialogue.
“That’s what I thought.” He smirks.
“You’re pretty sure of yourself back there,” I say as he massages my hip.
“No, sweetheart. I’m just listening to your body, and it is demanding that I fuck you some more.” To emphasize his point, he runs his dick along the crease of my ass. Good God. He is already hard again. I look over my shoulder at him, and he gives me the most wicked grin. “I told you I had a lot of making up to do. I wasn’t kidding. This pussy will be even more sore later, but I will continue to lick it better. You just tell me when you need a break because my appetite for you is quite insatiable.”
He lifts my leg slightly and slides into me from behind. Again his strokes are slow and deliberate. His hands find my breast, and he twirls my nipples through his fingertips. I back my ass into him to meet his strokes, and he lets out a guttural growl. He pounds into me harder, and I love it. I reach back and pull his hair.
“Shit, what are you doing to me, babe?” He plunges into me one last time, and we’re both falling over the edge. He slaps my ass and rubs it. “I just can’t get enough of you. You make me want things I shouldn’t.”
He doesn’t elaborate on those things, and I don’t push. I roll over on my back and watch this beautiful man stare down at me.
“Are you hungry now?”
“Yes,” I grin. He has worked up my appetite.
He jumps out of bed and throws on his boxers. He leaves and returns with a plush white terry cloth robe on and a matching one for me. His scent lingers on the robe, and it’s intoxicating.
“Come on. Let me cook you breakfast.”
